"Angles, it looks like you're having a good winter this winter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

It was Freigal who was wearing chain mail, and he was leaning against the wall, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes slightly squinted, slightly drunk.

Opposite Fregaar stood a young man of about twenty-five years old, with a fierce heroic look between his eyebrows, long brown hair tied back behind his head, plate armor shining metallicly in the candlelight, and his waist straight, like a young general.

"Thank you, and Your Highness Yadunis, for your help. ”

"Don't do that, man. Fregaar smiled, "Count Tulip was my mentor, he not only taught me the proper way to hold a sword, but also gave me the courage to hold it. If it weren't for him, I would still be a coward who only knows how to cry. Seeing Ingres' expression become a little gloomy, Fregaar continued: "Don't worry, we can get through this, Count Tulip, who has been a horse all his life, will never give in to difficulties, and so should his son." ”

"You're right. After a moment of silence, Ingres nodded heavily.

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of the break was in his mind, and he looked up to see a flaming plank being smashed at him and Fregal.

"Open!" Angel shouted, drawing his sword from his waist and swinging the plank away.

Looking up at the large hole in the ceiling, Angels faintly saw a few figures standing on the second floor, his face gloomy. "Who is there? If you dare to come here to seek death, why do you want to hide like a mouse? He said coldly, trying to see the appearance of the person who came.

As Ingres spoke. The men in the banquet hall drew their weapons one after another.

"Freigal. You're so disappointed. Ingres was responded to with words of regret and anger. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Albert jumped through the large hole in the ceiling, followed by Catherine with Boris and Charlotte.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

Two questions rang out almost simultaneously, one from Angel and one from Fregaar.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask, can you tell me what you're doing here?" Albert said indifferently, ignoring Ingres, staring at Fregaar.

"Visiting friends, of course. Fregaar said calmly, patting Angel on the shoulder. Signal the other party not to be nervous. Then, he walked slowly towards Albert, "Okay, now it's your turn to answer my question, why are you here?"

"Exterminate the bandits. Albert sneered and pulled out the "Black Edge", "But now it seems that I have one more thing." ”

"Albert, is there any misunderstanding here, where are the robbers here?"

"Master Fregaar. I didn't expect that in addition to martial arts, you are also very good at lying. Albert pouted. "Your friend is a robber, and I have received a commission from Baron Jasmine, Lord of Amsburg. ”

"Listen to me, ...... Abb"

"Stupid idiot, who do you say is the robber?" Ingres interrupted Fregar, his sword glinting with a silver-gray glow, and strode towards Albert.

"Who do you say is an idiot, you damned bandit. Albert said in a deep voice, picking up the heavy "black edge" and facing Angel. The 3,000-pound sword body set off a gust of wind, and the candlelight in the banquet hall swayed, scraping most of it out.

"Bell!"

The cacophony of metal crashing echoed through the banquet hall.

Albert staggered three steps back, barely standing firm, while Ingres flew straight upside down and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"What kind of sorcery have you used?" said Ingre, struggling to his feet, a look of horror in his eyes. Just now, the moment he made contact with the opponent's weapon, the vitality exerted on the saber suddenly dissipated, as if he had met a nemesis. If it weren't for the extraordinary quality of his sword, I'm afraid it would have been broken into several pieces.

What kind of monster is this?

Ingres thought to himself, a magician, a warrior, or a wizard from a fairy tale?

If it is a magician, why can he overwhelm a nine-star martial artist in terms of strength. If it is a martial artist, why does the other party not have the slightest fluctuation in vitality.

"It's Black Blade, crafted from Black Iron, the work of my father and a master enchanter, and the nemesis of warriors and mages. Fregaar explained, and drew his greatsword in a fighting stance.

"Is it your change this time?" Albert said with a smile, backhanding the "Black Blade" into the floor, "Come on, fair fight." ”

Fregal's vitality fluctuations had reached eight stars, which made him feel excited, and only a super genius with extremely good talent and consciousness could test his strength.

Moreover, "Black Edge" was the work of Fregaar's father, and he didn't want to use it against Fregaard.

"Albert, before the battle, let me finish my sentence. "Fregaar didn't want to fight, at least not until the misunderstanding was resolved. The reason why he showed his weapon was just to prevent Albert from breaking out and hurting people, and he knew everyone here.

Of course, this does not mean that he is afraid of Albert.

"For your sake. Albert frowned.

He was confident that he would defeat Fregaar, but he didn't know what to do after that, kill him on the spot or send him to prison, or let him go, and until now, he didn't want to believe that Fregaar had colluded with the robbers, and if the other party could give him a reason, even if it was a lie, he could convince himself to let Fregaar go.

"Ingres is not a robber, and no one here is a robber. Fregaar said firmly, looking around, "They didn't hurt any civilians or caravans. ”

"And what are they, the Empire's secret legion stationed here?" Albert said in a deep voice.

"They are indeed a corps, but ......"

"Fregaar, you're crazy. At that moment, Angel shouted and stopped Fregaar, who wanted to continue.

"Don't worry, he's a friend of Yadonis and can be trusted. Freigal smiled and patted Angel on the shoulder. Then he looked at Albert, "If you have heard of the Count of Tulips, you will never think that these people are robbers. ”

"Anglut Tulip Orc Terminator?" Albert was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, "These people are from the Tulip family?" he asked in disbelief.

Anyone mentions Anglut with awe, but that was five years ago.

Now, more people are disgusted by the name, and only a few still worship the Orc Terminator as much as they used to.

After retiring from the army, the lieutenant general who was feared by the orcs was granted the hereditary count title by the Osdu Empire, but soon after that, there was hard evidence of Anglut's collusion with the orcs, and even a few witnesses who did not look like witnesses. In the end, the Supreme Court of the Reich sentenced Anglut to death for treason and restripped him of the hereditary earldom. (To be continued.) )